Nevada County picayune., 1887-05-25

house under the hill. You prOba-
 bly, know 1t. No! l thought every
 one knew where that was. The
 master was very strict and very
 cruel, so used to think, and every
 day he used to whip nearly all ihe
 boys and keep half the girls in at
 recess. Just because they whis.
 yered, and tell you that boys and
 girls can't keep from whispering in
 school any more than from breath.
 ing. I said nearly alr the boys.
 Jack was one he didn't whip. Whys
 Jack was cripple. How did that
 happen! PIl tell you. Phillis- she was Jacks sweetIeart--was
 the prettiest girl in the school.
 She was younger than Jack, just
 one year. He vas twelve and she eleven, and they loved each other
 just as much as people good deal
 older than they were, fl not a little
 more. One day after school Jack
 and Phillis was sliding down the
 school hill on Jacks big sled. The
 master was out watching them.
 The road didn't run straight down
 the hill. but wound around down
 through a small grove of trees. The road had been covered with
 water and was ice from top to bot tom, and the sleds flew faster than the wind as they went down. This afternoon Phills sat in front of the
 sled, her little red stocking curled
 up under her dress, while Jack
 held on behind and steered with his leg. They started the last slide they had-from the top, and were going faster than they had ever gone before. when Phillis gave a little scream and caught hold of the sled tighter than ever. Jack looked oyer her shoulder and saw a log sled, piled high with logs, crossing the road. How fast they were going. aed how slow it crept along! The seconds seemed like years. They couldn't possibly turn out, for it was in the very middle of the grove. It didn't take Jack long to make up his mind what to do. With quick sweep of his leg he turned the sled sideways. He couldn't stop it, but he could make the end where he sat hit the logs first. A second later Phillis was lying in little frightened heap in the snow by the roadside un hurt, but Jack was streached out, white and senseless, under his sled by the side of the big runners of the log sled.
 "The master picked him up and carried him to the school house. Then he sent for Jacks father, who was the country doctor. Af- ter Jack opened hls eyes and knew any one he was carried home, and he didn't leave it all the winter long. His back was injured, so they said. The next spring he was able to go to school again, but he couldn't play with the other boys His crutches were in the way, and no matter how much he whispered the master never whipped him. , He never wanted to, either, for most every one loved Jack. He used to sit with little Phillis, and they learned their lessons out of me. During recess they would open me at the map of Europe and mark out the trip they were going to take when they grew up and were married. They were going to Paris where Jack was going to he cured. Then they would live in Italy a year or so, on the banks of a beautiful lake, and they would be i so happy that they wouldn't care whether they had any money or not"
 "Well," observed Dickens, when the Geography paused moment to breathe, "did they marry?"
 "NO," returned the other, sadly. ''The next year Jack died and was buried in the little churchyard be- hind tho village church. Phillis's father preached the sermon at the funeral, and the whole school put flowers on the grave. For a while Phillis was incOnsolable. but such grief never lasts very long, so Eve learned, and before her school days was over she was just as cheery and much more beautiful than ever before. was laid away years before she grew up laid 1. uau uarr curelnllx for PhilliS